It sure is quiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor 'Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick and tired of untruth And I'm lonely my pride is bruised My wheels sink low Loves candle burns slow If I spread my wings Will I ever leave the ground All of these painful scenes That drag me down My wheels turn slow Loves candle burns slow And now my eyes are dressed in rags To hide the scars from what I've seen And my fall form grace Could it be a lesson to you And if I trade my place Would it make it better for you